"Pilates" lyrics

On the way, they really pretty as hell, though, like, how's that?
Like, you really fine
Yeah, you look good on a wake up
Took her three hours just to do her makeup
Started doing pilates, went and got a cake up
She ain't worried about no niggas, cause they got her fucked up
She looked into a mirror, told herself that she that bitch
She looked into a mirror, told herself that she the shit
Now wave it all the haters, pop your shit and blow a kiss

Now wave it all the haters, pop your shit and blow a kiss
That's how I feel, honey
Ooh, she getting that money
Let me spend it, paper, I can't dance, I'll be honest
Get one for the shakers and a player called the country
Run and sell your sister and your neighbors and your auntie
Damn, I love a bad bitch, I hate a girl who catfish
Cause she got the confidence to match it
Catch that AMG, but then she crashed it
And little mama never worked that magic
Shawty don't know how to stop, it's baddie baddie, shawty clock
Poppin' ain't when niggas cold, she poppin' out when niggas hot
That's a bad bitch, gotta have it
That's a bad bitch, she ain't average
Damn, you look good on a wake up
Took her three hours just to do her makeup
Started doing pilates, went and got a cake up
She ain't worried about no niggas, cause they got her fucked up
She looked into a mirror, told herself that she that bitch
She looked into a mirror, told herself that she the shit
Now wave it all the haters, pop your shit and blow a kiss

Now wave it all the haters, pop your shit and blow a kiss
Wow